by Evelyn Glass
She continued lick and stroke, suck and nip, his gasps, groans and mutters making her drip with desire. She could sense his approaching orgasm as he began to tighten up, his gasps coming harder, his hip thrusts slightly more forceful.
“Does that feel good?” she purred as she slowly stroked his cock.
“Oh, God, yes,” he growled, his voice thick with contained desire.
She pitched her voice low and suggestive. “Do you want to come?” she teased, her hand still caressing his cock.
“No…yes. Oh, God, just stop. I can’t take it anymore,” he said huskily, taking her wrist to still her hand. After a moment he relaxed. “It’s a good thing you stopped or I would have made a mess,” he said with a long slow exhale.
She grinned at the thought of him coming. She had never masturbated a man to orgasm before and found the idea titillating. Next time she wouldn’t stop and would continue to stroke him until she forced him to orgasm so she could watch his face as he ejaculated all over her. The idea of him coming on her breasts then fucking her immediately after until he came again turned her on at a deep level.
Stella rose, pausing to flick one of his nipples with her tongue before taking his lips. As they kissed, she swung a leg over him, but this time there were no bed linens separating them and she luxuriated in the feel of his hardness pressing against her most sensitive area. Once again she took his lips, hungry for the taste of him, before rising up slightly and steering his cock into her. As she settled, they exhaled with long sighs.
Gabriel reached for her, placing his hands on her sides, steadying her as she moved, rocking slowly on her knees. She smiled, her head back, eyes closed, her hands tangled in her hair, her face twisted in ecstasy, easily the sexiest, most beautiful woman in the universe. He slid his hands up, cupping her breasts, softly rolling her nipples between finger and thumb. She groaned as she sagged, her hands falling to his chest as she began to thrust harder, then harder still, rocking her hips faster as she moaned long and low.
He could sense her approaching climax. Knowing she liked hard fast pounding to push her over the edge, he knocked her hands away and pulled her down onto his chest. He steered her lips to his as he planted his feet and began to drive into her. She began to keen into his mouth as she devoured him, her need pushing him to the edge of his own orgasm before she flung her head back with a gasp.
His arms closed around her, holding her tight as she vibrated with the power of her release, making her feel protected and safe as she fought for control of her body. After a time, a second, an hour, an eternity, the shaking stopped and she surfaced from the ocean of pleasure.
“Fuck…” she gasped, nearly spent from three incredible orgasms.
Gabriel finally relaxed, breathing hard, holding her tight as he waiting for his own near orgasm to subside. He’d avoided coming by the thinnest of margins. Finally, she rose, smiling softly before touching his face and gently kissing him. She rose farther, leaning back and pulling him up with her as they shifted position until they were sitting, his cock still inside of her as they wrapped each other in an embrace. She took another deep breath as she held him tight, enjoying the feel of him inside and the closeness of their embrace.
“Did you come?” she whispered.
“No.”
She sighed again, tightening her grip, wanting him to reach the peak of pleasure. She’d fucked plenty of times before, but for the first time since he left, she felt like she was truly making love. He’d given her everything and asked for nothing, and she wanted, more than anything, to pleasure him until he reached rapture. She released her grip and fell backwards onto the bed, smiling at him as she beckoned him. He smiled before moving to kiss her, slowly, gently, lovingly. As they kissed he slowly slid himself into her once more. She smiled as his eyes briefly closed with a deep inhale. As he began to move, she pulled her legs up and wrapped them around his hips, pulling at him with her legs, wanting to feel him deep inside. After three orgasms she feel like she was spent, but as he began to thrust into her, his tempo slowly increasing, his face twisting in profound pleasure, she could feel yet another orgasm building. She’d never had four orgasms before but seeing the pleasure on Gabriel’s face, feeling him moving within her, his soft profession of love, made her ache in erotic bliss. She wanted this night to continue forever. She began to move with him, driving him to his orgasm while driving herself to her own.
He began to grunt, long, low and deep. He was losing his battle with pleasure, unable to stall his orgasm any longer. He lowered himself to her, wanting to feel her body against his own, to feel her moving under him as he pleased her. He gripped her tight, trying to hold on, to please her just a little longer, to give her a bit more. He gasped, tangling his hands in her hair as he began to drive into her hard and fast, burning with desire.
Her orgasm was coming. “Don’t stop,” she begged quietly, clinging to him desperately tight. “I’m going to come again. Don’t stop.”
“I’m going to come if I don’t stop,” he grunted, his voice strained.
“Please don’t stop, please.”
“I’m going to come! I can’t hold it, baby!” he cried softly, his voice sounding as if he were in agonizing pain.
“No! Please don’t stop!” she begged again. She was so close, he couldn’t stop! Not now!
He continued to pump his hips into her hard and fast for several more seconds before he was overwhelmed with pleasure. He drove into her with a series of hard sharp thrusts, whimpering and gasping, his legs driving as he shuddered and shook, is body alive with motion as he continued to thrust, burning in sweet agony.
The unexpected change of pace, the sudden tender violence of his love making, and his soft keens of pleasure pushed her over the edge. She held him as she warmed with her release, smiling as she held him tight while he gasped and panted into her neck, her smile spreading when a series of aftershocks washed over him, making him twitch and grunt anew.
They lay together, their skin damp as their breathing slowed, Gabriel supporting most of his weight on his elbows and knees, but he seemed content to lie against her, and she was content to let him, stoking his hair and caressing his back as she listened to his heavy breathing.
“Jesus…” he said softly into her shoulder. “I don’t think I’ve ever come that hard.”
Her smile widened farther at his words, gratified she could please him as he pleased her. He was still hard, but he pulled himself from within her and rolled to his back before tugging her in tight. They lay quiet, no words spoken, none needed, her head resting on his chest so she could listen to the thudding of his heart, the heart he wanted to give to her. She sighed as sleep began to pull its dark veil over her, and as she slid into depths of sleep, she realized that, perhaps, she was ready to accept it.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
“Look who’s up,” Gabriel said, glancing up from the book he was reading to Katrina.
“Mommy!” Katrina cried, climbing off Gabriel’s lap and running to her mother. “Gabriel fixed me pancakes!”
“He did?” she asked in mock surprise.
“Uh-huh. He messed up the first ones.”
Gabriel chuckled. “I thought we weren’t going to tell Mommy that,” he said as he put the book aside and rose from the couch.
Katrina giggled and twisted back and forth. “I forgot.”
“It’s okay.” He bent down and gave Stella a kiss, grinning as Katrina stared at him wide eyed, and he wondered if that was the first time she’d seen anyone kiss her mother. “How’d you sleep?”
“Terrific. A solid seven hours. That’s like sleeping for days for me.”
“You want me to make you something while you get ready? I can manage pancakes and eggs now.”
“I helped!” Katrina volunteered.
“You did?” Stella asked, her voice dripping with surprise.
“She sure did. She knew which bottle had the batter. The rest I figured out on my own. You’re almost out of batter by
the way. I got the first couple to brown and had to eat them myself. The last pancake was a little skimpy.”
She yawned and scratched. She had a bit over an hour to get ready and get to work. “No. I’ll grab something at work.” She looked at him then tugged him down for another quick kiss. “But thank you for getting up with her. Getting an extra couple of hours was a wonderful gift this morning.”
“She’s busy, but she’s a good kid.” He watched Katrina as she crawled back into the chair and picked up her book. “You did a great job. I’m sorry I missed it.” When her face crumpled he grimaced. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that. I only meant I’m sorry you had to do it alone. It had to have been hard.”
His comment stung because he was right. “Sometimes. I was wrong to deprive you of that. Can you forgive me?”
“Already done,” he said with a smile, then his grin turned more mischievous. “On the upside, no poopy diapers.”
She grinned then turned away to shower and get ready. “Yeah. I would give a lot to watch you try to change a dirty diaper just once.”
***
“Come on, Monkey. You ready to go see Grammy?”
“Can Gabriel take me to the zoo? I want to see the giraffes.”
“Tomorrow, kiddo,” Gabriel said. “Remember? You and me.”
“I want to go today!”
“Mommy has to work today,” Gabriel said, thinking that would be the end of it.
“Today!”
The both chuckled. “I see where I stand,” Stella said.
“Tomorrow, okay?” Gabriel said. “Mommy has things to do while we’re at the zoo.”
“Today!”
Gabriel looked at her. “How about we don’t go at all?” he asked quietly. Katrina was a sweetheart, but she wasn’t going to call the shots with him.
She looked at him as if she was trying to decide if she argued more she might get her way, then looked down. “Mommy can come with us tomorrow?”
“If she wants, but she has something else to do,” Gabriel said cheerfully.
“Can we see the bridge, too?”
“If you want.”
“Okay. Tomorrow.”
Gabriel grinned. “I thought that was what you meant,” he said then leaned in and gave Stella a quick kiss before he knelt down. “Can I have a kiss?” he asked Katrina, tapping himself on the cheek with a finger.
She gave him a hug, wrapping her tiny arms around his neck then gave him a kiss. He picked her up. “I’ll carry her to the car.”
Stella nodded and picked up her purse as she smiled to herself. Gabriel was going to make Katrina a great father. He was easy going, but she couldn’t push him around, and he already had the daddy voice down pat, taking the steam out of her arguing with a look and a question.
As he clomped down the stairs with Katrina, she locked the doors, and wondered how things might have been different had she called him when she found out she was pregnant.
***
“I’m sorry, but we paid Tony! He’s the one who stiffed you, not us.” Doc looked up as Royal stepped into the club house. “I understand that,” he continued, “but I have a receipt right here in my hands that says we paid in full for both the electrical and plumbing work. I’m not paying for it twice, but if you know where Tony is, I’ll be happy to explain it to him on your behalf.” Doc paused as he listened. “Yeah, you’re not the only person he screwed. If we find him, I’ll let you know.” He paused again. “Okay. As soon as I know something, you’ll know.”
He hung up the phone and tossed in on a sheet of plywood resting on a pair of sawhorses. “That was the plumber. Tony stiffed him. The electrical guy, too.”
“And they wanted their money from us?”
“I can’t blame them for trying, but their beef is with Tony, not us.”
“Any luck finding someone to take over the job?”
“Sure. The other two guys who bid the job are willing to do it. But how are we going to pay them?”
“Yeah, I know. All we have is the left over expense money I drew out, and I may need that Monday. The collection fee should arrive this week and that will help. I’ll get the club’s half as soon it hits my account.”
“It’ll be a start. If Charleston ever finds out about this, we’re never going to hear the end of it, you know that?”
“Why would they find out? I’ll take another crack at him Monday, and I won’t miss this time.”
Doc shook his head. “It’s not your fault. If it’s anyone’s, it’s mine. I’m the one who was all hot to trot to get the safe and get it in the clubhouse.”
“It’s Tony’s fault,” Royal said firmly. “That asshole fucked us but good. When I find him, I’m going to return the favor.”
“Don’t do anything that will cost you your license. We’ve got guys for that. We need you and the income you generate until we can get the club on its feet.”
“Don’t worry, I won’t.” He shook his head. “What I can’t figure out is how he moved that damn thing. It weighs almost two tons.”
“Same way we did, probably. Used a hoist.”
“But how did he roll it? There were four if us shoving that bitch around, and it was still a load.”
Doc gave his head a jerk and started walking away. Royal followed until Doc pointed at the floor where there was an anchor mounted, an anchor that had no reason to be there, and wasn’t there before.
“Son of a bitch!”
“Yeah,” Doc said with a nod. “He obviously thought this all out. Drove an anchor in the floor, picked the safe up on the hoist, winched it right to the door. Hooked the winch to the truck and drug it right to it. He’s a clever shit, I’ll give him that.”
“I’ll give him your regards when I catch his ass.”
Doc grinned. “Please do.”
Stella wadded her apron and stuffed it into a plastic bag to be washed when she got home. She couldn’t believe it. For the first time in a year she didn’t have to work again until Tuesday morning at eleven. Two whole days off. She already had her weekend planned. She was going to cuddle with Gabriel tonight and try her best to resist his seduction attempts. Gabriel and Katrina were going to go to the zoo tomorrow and she was going to stay home and do nothing.
She grinned as she thought about the next part. When they got back, she was going to drop Katrina off at Grammy’s for the night and then she was going to have Gabriel fuck her Sunday night, Monday morning, and probably Monday afternoon, too, and she was going to get loud if she wanted too because she wouldn’t have to worry about waking Katrina.
One thing she was going to do, for sure, was find out how many times Mr. Gabriel Prince could come in a twelve-hour period, and how long he could keep it up. In short, they were going to fuck until they were both walking bow-legged.
She waved to Kelli as she stepped out of the store, grinning as she imagined the fun she was going to have this weekend. For so long sex was something she needed, a means to take the edge off and keep her sane. Now that Gabriel was back in her life, she was looking forward to making love to him, to feel his touch, to have him please her and then be pleased in return.
She walked to her car, her steps light as she imagined the feel of his lips, wondering if they shouldn’t have a quick romp tonight simply to take the edge off. She grinned as she approached at her car. She used to go two, sometimes three weeks, before the pressure built up and she needed relief. Now she could barely make it twenty-four hours.
“Still want to come away with me?” Tony said.
She whirled as he stepped up to her. “Tony! What are you doing here? I thought you were in Greensboro!”
“I was, but that was before you sent the Hell’s Angels wannabes to find me. Why? Why did you set me up?”
“I—I—I didn’t! I don’t know what you’re talking about. I arrived at the Lowes just like you said, but you never showed.”
“Uh-huh. No call to find out where I was, why I was late? Funny, though, the goon squad was wa
iting on me. I wonder how they knew where to find me. It was like someone told them.”
“What are you going to do?” she asked, trying to edge along her car so she could run.
“I want to know why you set me up. Why’d you get involved? This had nothing to do with you.”
She shook her head. “I didn’t, I swear!”
“Don’t lie to me!” he barked softly. “Why’d you do it?”
“You stole their money, Tony. Why? They won’t let it rest. But Gabriel promised me if you give the money back, they won’t kill you. I was trying to help you! I did it to protect you!”
